Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.